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10:30 | parfum
because we, after all, are half-humans, thus succumbs, from time to time, to physical exhaustion, there is nothing else to blame for why time seems to be so elusive as that manna that we never have (yet) shared. silent prayers are whispered, and salty tears offered, to appease gods that we may have displeased or forgotten. i asked the air nymphs to send you my kisses, hoping that despite their blindness they may find you through that same heartbeat as mine. when all these are delivered, and that you find your self in search, follow me. i will welcome you in Nefertem's lily. may Thot remind us that we are just like waters of the River Nile, passing through the earth's healthy bosom. we are not forever, love.
